I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 709 Commitment
The troops sent by Bagration were elite royal cavalry, whose quality was far superior to that of the Cossacks.

However, Madalinsky and his soldiers firmly used bayonets to resist the repeated attacks of the thousand cavalrymen, and even though they suffered continuous casualties, they did not retreat at all.

It was not until half a day later that the Russian cavalry realized that they could not defeat the Polish infantry at all, so they planned to use the gap beside the river valley to bypass them.

However, they were immediately stopped by two majestic squadrons of Winged Hussars.

Afterwards, the Polish infantry coordinated an attack from the side, killing forty or fifty Russians on the spot.

The next day, the Russian cavalry, which had suffered a loss, suspended its attack.

By three o'clock in the afternoon, nearly a thousand Russian cavalry arrived from north of Bryansk.

It turned out that the Russian cavalry commander had sent someone to ask Bagration for reinforcements the night before.

In fact, there were still thousands of Russian infantrymen behind, on the road 8 versts, or 8.5 kilometers away.

Before dusk, 2 Russian cavalry once again rushed towards the defense line commanded by Madalinsky.

Since they were not equipped with artillery - Madalinsky knew that artillery was the main force's hope for capturing the Kursk Fortress, so he did not request artillery support - the damage to the enemy cavalry was very limited, and the Poles could only continuously shrink their defense line to make up for the gaps caused by the reduction in personnel.

Fortunately, it was a cloudy day and the sun set at 5:30, so the Russians had to retreat.

In the Polish camp, a lieutenant reported to Madalinski: "Colonel, we have 107 killed and 205 seriously injured."

Madalinsky nodded silently and said to his adjutant, "Let everyone have a good rest. Tomorrow, there is still one day left."

With only 1 soldiers left, and the Russians gathering in greater and greater numbers, he wondered if he could fulfill his promise to hold out for three days.

He grinned. Perhaps he could only wait until he went to hell to confess to General Kosciuszko. Anyway, he had many people to confess to, so one more would not matter.

The next morning, the Russian army wasted no time and immediately launched a fierce attack on the Polish defense line.

Madalinsky himself stood in the center of the line with a flintlock in his hand.

At this time, there was nothing to command. He felt that instead of constantly shouting at the soldiers to "hold on", it would be more useful to increase the firepower a little.

The ground began to shake.

Madalinsky's ears were filled with shouts of "Ura", the sound of gunfire, the sound of military drums, and his hands mechanically loading and shooting...

When the sun passed directly above his head, he realized that his arms were exhausted and he couldn't help cursing: "Damn it, it's not as good as it was more than ten years ago."

He turned around and saw that his own defense line was less than 200 meters wide.

Even many seriously injured soldiers were sitting on the ground, still struggling to raise their guns and shoot at the enemy.

After an unknown amount of time, Madalinsky could no longer hold his gun and stood there breathing heavily. As a commander, he had not practiced shooting for a long time.

The Winged Hussars were also compressed into a very narrow area on both wings of the defense line. Many cavalrymen simply dismounted, picked up a flintlock rifle, and joined the defense line.

The Russians could have bypassed them and continued eastward, but they seemed to want to take revenge on these stubborn enemies, so they still gathered around them and launched continuous attacks.

Madalinsky glanced at the setting sun and shouted with all his might: "Hold on, everyone!"

Suddenly, a Russian cavalryman passed by him, and without the threat of a bayonet, the cavalryman's saber easily cut his neck.

Madalinsky felt that his strength was rapidly leaving him. He took a last look at the sun and wanted to say to the soldiers, "At most one hour left," but he couldn't say anything.

It finally got dark.

Under the light of torches, the Russian soldiers looked at the piles of Polish corpses, but they did not feel the joy of victory at all. Instead, a huge sense of fear surged in their hearts.

Not one of these Poles surrendered!

After the last hundred people were surrounded, they actually launched a hand-to-hand charge towards the thousands of cavalry.

The Russian soldiers were trying hard to avoid the thought that kept coming to their mind - if all Poles were like this, then was there any hope for them to win the war?
South of Bryansk.

At the edge of the Black Forest in Siviglia, Kosciuszko looked north and felt something sticking in his chest.

The Russians never caught up.

He knew that Madalinsky and his soldiers had fulfilled their promise.

Next, it is time to fulfill my promise to the motherland.

……

Eastern suburbs of Minsk.

In a carriage escorted by nearly a hundred cavalrymen, Marshal Alexander Vasilyevich Suvorov flipped through the intelligence about the Polish garrison in Minsk with a helpless look on his face.

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He was originally on "vacation" in Smolensk, but unexpectedly he was suddenly sent to the front line by the Tsar.

It is really hard for these young people nowadays to take on important tasks. He was complaining in his heart, but his hands stopped, flipped forward a few pages, then flipped back, and then handed the pile of documents to the officer sitting opposite: "General Tormasov, this problem is left to you to solve."

The latter took the document, looked at it for a long time, and said in surprise: "Marshal, I don't quite understand what you mean."

Suvorov said lazily: "The composition of the Polish army."

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"Well, the Velino Legion, the Trakai Legion, and even the Drosician Legion which is far away have been incorporated, but there are no troops from Courland."

Tormasov immediately frowned.

Courland is a duchy in northeastern Poland, but it has little independence and is a vassal state of Lithuania. It is indeed unusual that they did not send troops when Poland was engaged in a national war.

"You mean, the Kurland Army will take other actions?"

"Riga Port." Suvorov said, "If I'm not mistaken, they will launch an attack there soon."

Riga is Russia's most important seaport in the Baltic Sea. If it is attacked, Russia will have to send troops to rescue it.

Tormasov said: "The Polish defense line has been retreating continuously, they should not split their troops..."

Suvorov shook his head. "No, they have already done this once in Bryansk and are approaching Moscow. I have reason to suspect that the same will happen in Riga."

Tormasov nodded quickly and said, "Yes, Marshal, I will send people to strengthen Riga's defense later."

At this moment, Kosinski was leading 4 soldiers in Courland, anxiously waiting for logistical supplies - the place was too poor, and more than half a month had passed, but the supplies needed by the army had not been gathered.

The flash of inspiration from Suvorov, the Russian god of war, directly disrupted the Polish army's northern strategy.

Soon, the carriage stopped outside the Russian army's temporary command post.

Suvorov got out of the car and saw a group of generals about to come up to him to salute. He immediately glared and shouted: "Who allowed you to waste time here? Immediately, launch an attack on the Polish defense line!"

(End of this chapter)